I can't help but wonder why Misha asked me to help her with Student Council work with Shizune out of town on family business. I've always thought of her as the type that would slack off without Shizune here to keep her in line, after all. Is something bothering her? I look for a clue in her facial expression when Misha suddenly interjects, playfully twirling a CD between her fingers.
 
"You like Huey Lewis and the News, Hicchan~?"
 
"Yeah, they're okay I guess."
 
Misha shrugs at my obvious indifference towards her taste in music and presses the CD into an old stereo on Shizune's desk that must have been in this room for years.
 
"You know, Hicchan, Hip to be Square is the catchiest song in this whole album~! It's not only about stressing the importance of trends, but it's also a personal statement about the band itself~!"
 
"Um, that's great, Misha."
 
Unphased by my obvious disinterest in the subject, she maintains her bubbly mood and walks into the closet where we keep the board games that we played when I first joined the Student Council. Even though she is obviously overcompensating, I can't help but feel relieved that Misha has chosen to move on with her life in regard to her feelings for Shizune. Seeing her put so much effort into maintaining her cheerful demeanor motivates me to search for an opportunity to ask her why she brought me here when there is obviously a lack of work to be done. I casually scan the room quickly, occasionally sipping from my favorite brand of canned coffee, when I notice that a majority of the floor is covered in financial statements from the past festivals we organized.
 
"Hey, Misha. Why are there copies of financial statements from the last festival all over the place? Did someone bring a dog in here or something?"
 
Misha emerges from the closet, holding something behind her back and sporting a very cute pink raincoat.
 
"No, Hicchan~."
 
"Is that a raincoat that you're wearing?"
 
"Yes it is~!"
 
She must have brought me here to take me to the Shanghai again, despite the horrible weather. I dismissively turn back around in my chair, sipping from my coffee again, when Misha starts shouting at me again to catch my attention.
 
"HEY, HICCHAN~!"
 
I quickly turn around, startled at her unusually loud outburst this time, when I notice Misha charging towards me with a large axe held over her head in a murderous frenzy.
 
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!"
 
Before I can even get out of my chair to run, the axe plunges into my body. The last words I can make out as Misha towers triumphantly over me are "TRY AND FUCK SHICCHAN IN OUR STUDENT COUNCIL ROOM NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD~!!!"